Author Archives: montecyril

Please Sartre, Camus, no existentialism for me!: A poem 

Would you think the flowers in your garden all bloomed  regardless of the season. Or you ever cursed when the   storm broke over your home, and you were left with a loss  of life or value as just an accident; that you begin to realise   that life and death are not just pennies of providence without meaning.   Have you realised that you hadContinue reading “Please Sartre, Camus, no existentialism for me!: A poem “

Would the Board of Peace have anything to do with the Boar of Pisces?: A poem 

I never felt like a pig, even though my birthday falls on the eighth  You see, I am neither pea nor pod, certainly not fish, I am God!  Do you think God’s heaven is in the surrounds of the deep sea?  From the Seraphim to the Angels; Thomas Aquinas couldn’t  have called them the nine choirs of angels. Christianity did not Continue reading “Would the Board of Peace have anything to do with the Boar of Pisces?: A poem “

The erotic and the exotic: A poem 

Do you think I want your tongues to make a fellatio  on my soul and my possessions? I feel like making  a hasty detour, every time you all try to get your gestapo  on my getaways. I am just prone to tell you all the patience   against this perversity can be abruptly paused. A Leftist  Government that epitomises the deep sea should know   where it stands in myContinue reading “The erotic and the exotic: A poem “

Jesus, I didn’t throw the gauntlet at you; but could I question your legitimacy?: A poem 

You know, it was a man that they called messiah, not a God  He who deliberately took to riding the ass into Jerusalem  to fulfill a prophecy; was it a grand deception; or his spite to   challenge his father, Joseph, who had reserved the legacy of messianism   for his second son, James. Jesus always caused a lot of migraine  to Joseph! Even whenContinue reading “Jesus, I didn’t throw the gauntlet at you; but could I question your legitimacy?: A poem “

The predicament of knowing and its folly through a ventriloquism of treachery!: A poem  

Bertrand Russel says all philosophy started with Thales  It is only Thales’ water. Western chauvinism! I beg to differ.  If you can hear the songs of many civilisations screaming   before the Greeks. And would you say that all psychology  started with Sigmund Freud? What about Fyodr Dostoyevsky’s  experience with pain, guilt and suffering? I have just learnt   that I am neither a philosopher nor psychologist. And where Continue reading “The predicament of knowing and its folly through a ventriloquism of treachery!: A poem  “

Thanksgiving Day: A poem 

Did I not know that Turkeys  are large birds with the smallest brains?  I never ever even bought Turkey cold cuts  Yet sometimes I feel like cold Turkey   from my discretion, aloofness, strangeness  Some people think I have a frog’s ambivalence  But I wouldn’t want to be kissed by a rose in the rain  I know who is my Princess, Queen and Goddess  I knowContinue reading “Thanksgiving Day: A poem “

I was always your guardian spirit, O Israel!: A poem 

I was always your guardian spirit, O Israel!  Since the molten earth turned solid, I came  like Adam Kadmon, your soul, before you even manifest  long are the ages of God’s revelation, before it was actually revealed  of the promised people; but they were subject to much travail.  I had to hide my identity, much too often, Continue reading “I was always your guardian spirit, O Israel!: A poem “